by Sudip Aryal | |
Published on: Jul 21, 2006 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=7626 | |
Smoke of death dancing upon us Fooling thie we pretend to enjoy wondering the heaven out of hell stuffed with the zerolular are we searching for a corner in a round room Hey ungodly god! where leads this circular zeroruler? Dont's and dos! What will fill us? When it will completely fill the empty spaces within ourselves They badly neeed to be filled! Desire is just to be full. We're are wondering in the circular zerolular, But still Desire to be full is unfullfilled! till then when no more sunrises! Death of cowardice! Can you fill us to be full? Can you fill the ninkompoop lingering in the circular zerolular Just we are filling the empty spaces everyday! Fooling the very unknown we. true lies cannot be hidden. Everyone of us is born to be filled. My Death of cowardice! will you fill the blanks we have. will Take me to the place you live? Because you do whatever, you do it forever! Goodbye my life time friend circular zerolular I will miss you. Yearning a life occupied of Legends, Samasitohna Maanchhe... « return. |